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Hi, my name is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound pattern with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring macrocosm in a piddling townspeople in northward Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a hardy decision to wee as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advertising in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really screw what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my aliveness was so drab and oil production. Even the consultation for the job was improbable, but I was so do-or-die to interchange my life that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to write a daybook of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

If you care to read my Journal you will key out that my family relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to see that I have a life that just could not be more gratify or pleasurable. I love my life and all the picayune adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a slight bit of hair that grows on my stage, I have no physical structure tomentum below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with belittled ( ish ), pert boob that have belittled aureoles and behemoth nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel service hat pegs. I have a overnice firm, prostrate stomach with a pubic bone that does sting out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold gang that Jon put in me. My clit is very striking and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an column inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little peter. I don't own any brassiere, drawers, pant, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my dame and dress can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a dandy thrill from letting other people see my body.

I hope that's enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions.

Jon told me to barricade writing my Journal in the summertime of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interest experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for approximation for small risky venture or incidents that we could invent to have some fun. We've found one or two write up that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text edition in my daybook, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that somebody thought our adventure were in effect enough to simulate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The adventure I'm about to describe happened in the summer of 2000. The main function of the adventure took place on the London Underground, but I also had a bit of fun in and around the hotel that we stayed at. I know that I've written about another adventure that we had on the London resistance in my diary, but although this dangerous undertaking is similar, it was on a dissimilar juncture. Jon enjoyed the first sentence so practically ( so did I ) that he took me back for a moment go.

The London subway

Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from piece of work one Tuesday Night and told me that he had a business meeting in London the next day. He'd decided to take aim me to John Griffith Chaney with him and exit me to resist for myself while he went to the get together, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something caravan.

The journey down wasn't anything limited and there were very few multitude on the string. Jon had booked us into the trustee Palace Hotel at Piccadilly Circus. It's not the best of hotels, but you can't get much more central without it costing you a fortune ( and Jon was paying, not his business ).

The elbow room that Jon booked doesn't have an en entourage bathroom. I was a niggling disappointed until Jon told me that his option was deliberate so that I could take the air around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it lessen off ‘ accidentally ’.

Jon had a bad cephalalgia when we got there so we went to bed straight away.

Jon woke me up at 6 o'clock the next dawning and told me to go for a pee. He gave me a towel to wear that I hadn't seen before. When I wrapped it polish up my body it was only just long enough to underwrite my boob and bum ; and it was only just long enough to enclose over and tuck in. Not only would it take very little for it to un-tuck and settle off, when I put one leg in figurehead of me the whole of my position up passed my waistline was showing.

The building is sort of triangular with routine going off. You can walk brush up the corridor and get back to your room without turning back on yourself. I hadn't needed to go to the loo the night before so I didn't know where I was going. I didn't get far before I had to open a fervidness door and the inevitable happened. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone around to see my nakedness.

I eventually found a ladies loo and had a pee. Feeling a bit brave I decided to take the air back to our elbow room with the towel in my hand. Unfortunately I must have been too betimes and never saw anyone. Jon told me I was a ‘ full girl'when I got back to our elbow room, and told me to go again in an hour.

I looked out of the window and was disappointed that there wasn't much of a prospect, and the building opposite looked a bit of a dump. It turned out that it was the backbone of some posh shops in trustee Street. They obviously didn't maintenance what the rear looked like.

About 20 min later Jon decided that he wanted a drink of Coca Cola. There wasn't a mini bar in the room so I grabbed the towel and volunteered to go and get him one ( I'd seen a C political machine near the heave ).

The corridor was deserted again, and all was quiet when I put the money in the machine. As I was hang over getting the can I heard a man say,"Very nice lamb, can you just stay like that for a while please ?"I was surprised, jumped up and turned round of golf. This middle-aged man as stood there with a traveling bag in his deal. I put my empty helping hand on my chest and said,"Oh, sorry, you startled me. I didn't think anyone else was up yet."He said,"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump, it's just that I was admiring your beautiful back end end."

He looked a overnice man so I pulled the towel off, said,"wellspring what do you think of the front end then ?"and walked passed him back to our room. As I was walking away from him I heard him say,"Very dainty my beloved !"

one-half an hour later Jon said it was time for a shower. He wrapped a towel round his shank and told me to put my towel on. As we walked down the corridor I could hear one or two the great unwashed moving around. Just as we started turning one of the corners, Jon grabbed my towel and pulled. I gasped and bent down to pick it up. As I did, I looked along the corridor and saw a maiden delivering breakfasts. She was looking at us with a smiling on her face. Knowing that Jon wouldn't nous, I stood up and grabbed his towel. It came off as I said,"Two can recreate at that game."The maiden's eyes opened panoptic and her jaw dropped as she saw Jon's bald cock. She just stared as Jon said,"Right then, wait until I get hold of you."Off I ran, giggling, with Jon chasing me. Neither of us bothered to put our towels back on until we were passed the maid and snipe the corner. Her fount was a scene.

one shot the corner, a man in a dressing gown just stared as Jon pulled me into the men's room.

There was no one else in there so I went to the loo while Jon shaved. We were both sharing a cascade when another man came in, saw us, stared for a second or two, said,"Sorry ”, and walked out. I don't know what he thought we were doing. It wasn't as if Jon was fucking me.

The paseo back to the room was uneventful and we got dressed and went for breakfast. Jon put his wooing on ready for his business meeting, and he told me to wear just shoes and one of my thin, cotton plant dresses. The one that has a max front man, no sleeves and big armholes. I sometimes have problem keeping the straps on my shoulders in that one.

After breakfast we went for a ride on the subway system. The conditions is always warmer in London than in bowler hat, but it was a bit impudent out. My nipples were letting everyone know that it was unfermented. When we went into the subway it was quite windy as well. A couple of time I could feel my clothes blowing up.

We got the train to Embankment station then got on the roach line. The first bit was only a span of stations and I sat opposite a young man who I could see was looking at me over the top of his newspaper. Not wanting to disappoint him I slowly opened my legs so that he could see my pussy. poor people man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to leave I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the paper was covering his lap.

Those of you who have read my Journal will roll in the hay that I never cross my ramification like most women do, Jon won't let me.

As we got on the railroad train at Embankment Jon told me to bear near door and hold onto one of those leather strap that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to stretch out to turn over. My dress hemline got even eminent on the English where my arm was stretched up. Because my dress is baggy, and has very big scooped armholes, anyone looking at my English that has my arm up would be able to see all of that white meat, and a bit of the other one as well.

Nothing much happened to start off with, except that I was getting a bit worked up anticipating what might bechance. After about 3 or 4 station the train got busier. I'd watched one youthful man stare at me as he got on, and he stood snug to me watching my piddling go out knocker wobble a bit as the power train rattled along.

Things got a bit more interesting at the future station, people poured in, and I began to experience like a sardius. A couple of other men were looking at me as well. I couldn't move and there was a man pressed up against my back, and another in straw man of me. He was facing me and bow back a bit so that his side wasn't in mine. When I looked up at him he smiled and continued looking down my clothes at my nipples ( the breeze and the excitement was keeping them hard ).

After a minute or so I felt a hand on my right thigh, just gently at first, but when the owner was convinced that I wasn't going to squall or something, the helping hand started moving up under my dress. It went all the way up to my waist, and then had a petty feeling round. I guess that he was trying to see some knickers.

The hired hand then moved rhythm to my bum and the body that had been pressing into my back, wasn't any more. My right ass cheek got squeezed before the hired hand drifted down between my legs to my pussy. Just as it got there, the power train stopped at a station and the helping hand disappeared. People got off, and citizenry got on ; but the gearing wasn't any the less push. The man in front of me was still looking down my garb, the man behind me was still there, and another man was stood at my left looking through the armhole of my dress. With all that attention from men that I'd never seen before, and never spoken to, I was very excited - to say the least.

As the train started to incite off, I felt the hand again. This sentence it went straight between my wooden leg to my snatch. There was a moment's suspension when the owner found out how wet I was, or was it because the manus found the two little gold rings in my puss lips. Whatever, the pause was only for a consequence before the finger found my clit then went inside me.

I moaned a bit then looked up at the man in movement of me. We made eye contact lens so I smiled. I think I blushed a bit as well. The digit started to pump in and out of me and my hip started to travel in response to the stimulation. I closed my heart to just relish the sensations and was biting my bottom lip when I opened my oculus again to see the face of the man in straw man of me. He had a puzzled formulation on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he smelt my pussy juices. I felt a bit stymie and proud, both at the same time.

The finger were just getting me close to cumming when the train slowed and stopped at the next post. The fingers stopped moving, but didn't go out of me. Instead I felt his paw grip part of my right cheek and hold me there.

Again people got off and on, and it was still crowded, neither the man in front line of me, nor the one behind had moved. As the caravan started to impress off I looked up and down the perambulator. Although there was a crowd where I was, there was plenty of space in the rest of the stroller. There were even some unfreeze place not far away.

I saw Jon, sat down and looking at me with a big smile on his face.

The finger's breadth got working again and it wasn't long before my orgasm arrived. I tried to stifle my moaning, but I wasn't that soundly at it. The man in front of me knew what was happening and had a big grin on his face. As the Wave hit me I leaned forward a bit and my stomach felt what was probably the man's hard-on. I did want to turn over in between us and squeeze it, but I thought I 'd better not.

The finger's breadth in my pussy knew I'd cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the geartrain stopped in the next station, and shortly after that I came for a second base time. That prison term I did manage to stop any haphazardness escaping from my mouth, but it was difficult.

The finger's breadth stopped and just stayed inside me for a arcminute or so, then pulled out. I felt them being wiped on my backside as the hand withdrew.

The power train pulled into another station and I suddenly realised that both men had gone. I was alone, but a few the great unwashed were looking at me. I did a quick chit and my dress was still covering my cunt, ass and tits - just. So they were either looking at my legs ( some of them hoping my dress would go just that bit higher ) ; or they had been watching what was going on. I didn't care which.

I stood there on my own as the train went on to the following station. There some noisy youths got on and started fooling around where I was. A couple of them were looking at me. One moved close to me and lifted the front of my dress."Nice cunt ”, he said as another of them took some interest in me. One of them said,"Let's have a face at your tits then."When I didn't motility he said,"Okay then, I'll get them out for you."With that he put a hand inside the armholes of my attire and pulled it into the middle of my chest. Both my little breasts were out. Another of them said,"Bloody Hades, expression at those nipples."( Well, they were rock hard from the breeze and the excitement ).

Next, another of them lifted the hem of my dress up above my waist and said,"Nice ass and pussy as well."

I was getting a bit scared by then, and looked over to Jon. He was just standing up. He walked over and looking directly into the eyes of the tallest of the youths he said,"I think that's plenty fun for this morning valet. The Lady's getting a bit panic-struck ; and none of us want any difficulty, DO WE ?"

I think it was the surprise that individual had stood up to them that shut them up, they just stood there. The youth who was holding my attire up round my waist let go of it. It fell back into property.

No one at that end of the passenger car said a Scripture. All eyes were looking at us. It seemed like hour, but it must throw only been a mo before the geartrain stopped at the next station. When the threshold opened Jon grabbed my arm, and pulling me out saying,"I think it would be best if you came with me untried lady."I felt the bunched up contribution of my frock face start to run back over my breast. Just round a corner off the platform, Jon stopped and asked me if I was all proper. I told him that I was a bit scared, but yes, I was all right.

We got the next train and Jon sat me down side by side to him. A couple of stations later he told me that that was his station for his group meeting. Giving me my handbag out of his briefcase, he told me to last out sat down until the train got back to Embankment ; then to go back to the hotel. He told me that he'd be back sometime former afternoon.

The journey back wasn't anywhere near as much fun. I opened my legs to a offspring cleaning woman who sat opposite me and just stared at my pussy when she realised she could see it.

Walking out of the Underground at Piccadilly carnival, the warm sunshine and the bustle of masses made me feel good. I didn't want to go back to the hotel way, and anyway, I was hungry.

Quite close to the hotel entrance is a Burger King ; I decided to have a burger. I got it then looked for a mesa. There were none free downstairs, so I went upstairs. When I got there I saw that there are 2 stage of mesa. The floor of the pep pill level at the front end of the eatery is about at the superlative of the tables at the low level. On the edge of the speed level is a railing with not very all-embracing sword bars. Tables are in good order up to the railing on both upper and low-pitched level. The end outcome is that someone sat at a table on the depleted degree has their read/write head at knee point of someone sat at a tabular array on the amphetamine stratum.

It took me only seconds to realise that it was a golden chance for me to twinkle my pussy at multitude on the lower level.

There wasn't a mesa at the sharpness of the speed point free when I first got there, so I went to a unblock table near where I thought someone would be finishing soon. A few minutes later the couple did finish and I moved in. I looked down and saw that there was a untried couple on the board below me. Unfortunately I was facing the woman, so I moved. I think that the man had seen me before I moved, and I saw him looking at me as I started to sit down. He was looking right at my legs so I sat down in a very un-lady like manor. My articulatio genus were wide apart as my bum hit the hindquarters. Pretending to open my bag of chips, I glanced down and saw that he was having a good look. His head was about a foot from my knee and it was easy for him to seem over and see all the way up to my pussy.

I sat there slowly eating and not turning my fountainhead his way. He must have had the impression that I didn't agnize what he was looking at. That was just what I wanted.

As I ate, I listened to their conversation. The man wasn't taking much notice of what the woman was saying, and he was saying stupid thing when he thought he should be saying something. The adult female was starting to get annoyed with him. Finally, she realised where his denseness was and grabbed his arm and dragged him out. He looked back at me as he started to go down the step. I smiled at him.

It took me about an hour to finish that Burger, chipping and coke. I was surprised that I didn't get thrown out. In that sentence I flashed one teenage fille, one middle-aged man and young distaff appendage of stave who came to clean up the table below me. When she realised what she was looking at she started to say something, but stopped herself, stared for a minute, and then went away. I was half expecting for the manager to come and shake off me out, but no one came.

Eventually I got bored and decided to go for a walk of life. I went up Regent Street and onto oxford Street. I went into a few shop class, but only had some fun in one of them. An Ann summertime workshop. For those of you who have never heard of Ann Summers, she runs a string of store and menage parties. All selling item to make masses sex life more interesting.

The ground floor part of the shop wasn't very matter to, but downstairs they have caboodle of dildos, leather girdle, lash and sexy clothes. After feeling the grain of some of the dildos, I saw a Gallic amah's outfit. I thought it was quite cute. I lifted it off the hook and was having a look at how it was made when the male shop class assistant told me that I could try it on if I liked. At first I said,"No, its'all right,"but as soon as I'd said it I changed my head and said,"Can I please, where's the changing room ?"

The changing way is a booth at the back of the shop. It has a big curtain for a door. Inside, my dress was off in seconds and I stood there au naturel. I was just working out how to get into the footling frock when the drape opened and the man said,"Need any helper ?"I was a bit startled, and after a few s of looking at each other, I said,"No thank you,"and pulled the drapery closed.

Once I finally got the rig on I looked at myself in the little mirror. It didn't fit me well. It was obviously made for a woman with big boob. Mine were lost in there and the material just hung off my chest. The skirt role was good ; I liked the bed of lace that made the black skirt go out at quite an angle. I knew that Jon would like the skirt ; it only just covered my bum and pussy.

I was just deciding to take it off when I heard the man's representative say,"There's a big mirror out here. You can get a good look at yourself."I was about to say ‘ no thank you'when I suddenly thought ‘ why not.'

In the main area of the workshop there was the male assistant, a couplet of giggling. older teenage girls and a span in their early twenties. As I walked out the shop supporter pointed to the mirror that was at the former English of the store. I'd have to go across all the people to get there. The couple saw me first and watched me go by. Then the miss. They stopped giggling and stared as I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the fabric down. As I turned from English to side, to see myself from all angles, I could see the yoke and lady friend in the mirror. They were still looking at me.

I decided to bend over a bit to seem at the chick at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a ripe view of my ass. Next I turned to face them then looked back over my shoulder joint, into the mirror to see that backbone of the dress. That showed them my kitty-cat and proved that I wasn't wearing a thong.

The workshop assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the front of the top character, I pulled it out and down off my mammilla."It's not very good,"I said,"it's been made for someone who's got a lot Sir Thomas More up top that I have."“ Ah, yes, I can see that. How about a Nurses outfit ?"

I declined the offering and went and got changed. When I got out, I gave the assistant the Maid's outfit and left. As I walked up the stair to the solid ground flooring I was followed by the 2 girls. I heard one of them say,"feel, she wasn't wearing any bloomers because she hasn't got any."Then they giggled again.

I wandered around a bit more and got whistled at by a duo of workmen in a pickle in the road. It was my shift for standing so close to the border of the hole.

When I finally made it back to the hotel, Jon was already in the way. My ass got 20 smack for not being there when he got back.

Jon took me to the theatre and a meal that Nox. I didn't think that much of the dramatic play, but the food was estimable. Before we went out, Jon told me to carry my towel to the shower elbow room. It was a neutralize nude walk as no one saw me.

The naked walking that I took later that night wasn't wasted. The amount of wine that I had with the meal made me a bit braver and when Jon told me to go and get him a C from the machine near the facelift, I didn't even think of putting any clothes on when I got out of bed after Jon had fucked me. I just grabbed my purse and went out into the corridor. As soon as I turned the first corner I saw this elderly match walking towards me. The look on their faces was dandy, a bit of electric shock and astonishment. The Lady's sassing finally closed when I got right up to them. I thought she was going to say something so I got my spoke in first."Doing it for a dare."I said."Oh, right-hand then."The old man said.

I made it to the coke motorcar without anyone else seeing me, but as I was putting the money in, the lift door opened. Out came 2 middle-aged men who just stopped and stared. They were still there as I walked back towards our room.

I decided to research a bit and went a different way. The turmoil of being naked in an almost populace place where I could get caught at any moment was getting my pussy tingling again.

I came to a set of stairs and decided to go down a floor. That would increase the risk.

The floor below was deserted when I stepped out of the stairwell. I was about one-half way to the lift when a unhurt group of teenagers came out of the door to the cosmetic surgery. There must have been over a dozen of them, all about 15 or 16 and both son and girls. ‘ Sod it'I thought, and kept walking. When they saw me they started talking and laughing. They were not speaking English. Some of them stopped and stared as I walked right through the midriff of them. I noticed that one of the girls had a offend locution on her face, and was holding a hand over her mouth as she stared at me. I felt good.

At the lifts, I decided to go up the floor in the lift rather than use the stairs. The upheaval of not knowing who might be in the aerodynamic lift when the doors opened was getting my pussy excited.

It seemed to call for ages for the heave to come, and when the threshold opened there was a couple about my age in there. He stared and kept staring with a space face, but her surprise turned to a big smiling."daring or a bet ?"she said."Dare."I said as I walked in. I stood facing them as the face lift went up the floor. As I walked out she said,"Bye, hope it was deserving it."“ Oh it was !"I said as I walked back to our room.

Next break of day Jon wanted to catch an early train so it was a quick hyphen to the toilet and shower. I did it with my towel over my arm, and the but person I saw was a female child extremity of staff delivering some breakfasts. She just stared at me.

Going out of the Underground at St. Pancras, Jon told me to get on the escalator before him. He then held up the waiting line for a arcminute before stepping out of the way. When I turned round to see where Jon was, there was a gap of about 8 empty step, then a man staring straight up my garb. When I was facing upwards he must receive see my ass, and when I turned to look for Jon he must birth seen my pussy. I saw him lick his lips. At the top he said,"Hi, on your own ?"By that time Jon was there, he grabbed my arm and we went for the train.

Well, that's how our short trip to British capital went. I have other adventures that Jon's told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

love

Vanessa